i've got blue booties and an abacus, yeah i know your jealous. oh man what a day. i had a really good night, my mom was so happy. i got up at midnight, 3 and 6am for my bottles and fresh diapers. i went right back to sleep, except when i got up at 6. i complained a lot until my mom gave in and let me sleep on her. after she picked me up i went right to sleep and we didn't get up until 9am.
i got my bottle at 9 and mom ran around getting ready. eventually me, mom and gram all piled into the car and drove off. we were having a shopping day. gram drove us to someplace named- burton. i slept in the car. when i woke up i was in my buggy and that was that. mom and gram pushed me around and we went into all different kinds of places. i wasn't really paying attention.
mom bought things like formula and diapers. gram bought me things. she got me a play matt- featuring sea creatures. i tried it out when we got home- yeah pretty cool.
gram and mom ate lunch at some place called pizza hut. i slept. mom eventually got me up for a bottle and diaper change. there was more walking and buying stuff. all this activity seemed a bit girly, so i just slept. i did cause a big ruckus when i realized i never got a snuggle after my lunch. i squaked like crazy until mom picked me up. when that happened gram and mom decided that i had been good long enough and they had better get me home, so back to the car we went.
got home and all kinds of stuff happened to make my mom hyperventilate.
1: the benefit forms came. mom has to fill in a ton of paper work and track down loads of bullshit documents so she can claim welfare. mom says there is no shame in claiming welfare in the UK, it's a way of life. she says we're going to be on the rock and roll(dole) and it's terribly 1970's punk rock. there are some tricky questions on the forms which will require some creative answers. my mom hates filling in forms.
2: the door bell rang and mom had to get up with me to answer the door. it was gemma- she's my dad's cousin and lives up the street with her little boy and twin girls. gemma says: we just found out today the twins have chicken pops. mom had to explain that to me. from the sounds of things i could be infected with cooties by these two girls. great and here i thought i could avoid having to go to the clinic until i was 18. gram did a quick check on the internet. there is a good chance i might not get these chicken pops since my mom already had them and i'm getting boob juice off her. if i do get chicken pops there is nothing that can be done, i just get to be really grouchy and itchy but mom says i will not turn into a chicken. apparently you have to be bitten by a chicken in order to turn into one.
3:the doorbell rang again but my grandad got it. it was the UPS man with a package for my mom. there was a big discussion and my mom got up and came back all annoyed. she said something about how custom and excise could fuck off and that is total bullshit. i eventually got the story out of her. turns out C and D- two very nice friends of my danna bunny sent a gift all the way from the states. it got stopped in customs and the british government wanted to charge my mom 60pounds to receive the gift. my mom says 60pounds is like $120 in american money. she's sure C and D sent a very nice gift but she's pretty sure it didn't cost $120 and it was going to cost her that much to open it. so she told the UPS man to send it back. my mom is all about trying to screw the british government out of as much tax money as possible. fucking socialists, even if it means not getting a nice gift off friends.
and that has been my day. mom has taken a few pictures but doesn't really have time to upload them today. she has to go hyperventilate over those forms, her meeting is tomorrow morning. she says after that we should officially be spongers.